Neptune.

I wonder if those people also have a family picture with me in it.

DIE!!! DIE!!!

 

killing a zombie of an oncoming horde with the shank of a broken screwdriver... through its eye!

butterflies, then guns.

This is a dream I had a few nights ago (many many nights ago now). It's pretty straightforward.

I'm the guy in the tree tops, talking in the first part,
and the guy with the army gear on at the end.
The straight line during my dad's introduction of the kid
is because it was incomprehensible to me, but it sounded like charles or something.

I believe the one on the left of the kid was his father.  They were Indian, or Island People.
Then you can enjoy me kicking some serious ass versus that plane



 Dream on, friends!